Wednesday, January 9, 2013
My daughter thinks I'm crazy.
A couple of years back the semi ex-wife threw out an old Care Bear. I retrieve it from the trash intending to take to the range for target practice. It sat in the van for months then disappeared only to turn up a couple of months ago. Number 3 daughter finally claimed it to wash and give to a needy child. I am not allowed to shoot it. That's a better use for it, besides there's some Barney stuff around the house somewhere.
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2 comments:
Maybe your daughter thinks that that bear has more purpose than just to be a target practice for shooting range. One child would be happy because of the kindness of your daughter.
She's a good kid. Better than her Dad even if she doesn't understand his sense of humor.
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